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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Mar 28, 2011 2:40:42 GMT -5
Ooc; Argh. I know, right? I can't believe he killed
my beautiful Ianto and Toshiko and Owen. They
were totally the best characters... next to Jack.
Harkness
Jack shook his head at Gwen. "No, I think it's too late to Retcon anyone now. We'll get Ianto to send in a report about a new television show filming in the Plass. Murder, mystery and all that nonsense. Could you send the order through? Or you can do it yourself, your call."
While he was speaking, Jack had somehow found his way over to the invisible lift, jostling John as little as possible. The wounded man was almost gushing blood now, though pressure had been applied to the wound. It was almost like Owen had hit an internal organ - but Jack had taught him well and he knew it wouldn't fatal. Owen was crazy, but he wasn't a murderer. Sort of. Not really.
John was mumbling something about his innocence, but Jack ignored him. In this state, he was probably just rambling. However, the mention of them coming, stuck in his mind. Them? Them? It couldn't be, could it? No. No, Jack would have to remember to ask John later.
"Shush, now," Jack said firmly. "You need to save your energy."
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 28, 2011 20:34:53 GMT -5
He wasn’t sure where they were, only that they had moved. He could feel Jack walking as he was carried. There had been a point when Jack that he wanted to protest and claim that he could walk first picked him up but not now, he felt weaker as they made their way to the Hub. He figured that where they would end up but the last thing he wanted was to end up in the cold storage. ”I swear Jack, if you freeze me. I’ll find way to come back and haunt you for…” He trailed off, not able to continue talking as he started to cough again.
The bullet having knick a part of his lung when it tore through his body and causing him to bleed like he was but making it a little harder to breath not that he was letting on to that second part of that. Though it might have appeared that he was rambling on, he was telling his former partner the truth not that anyone would ever believe him after thing that had happened in the past. Only reason he knew they were coming he allowed himself to be captured by them. It was the only way he could really save Gray. John’s body carried the scars from what they had done to him, not only on the outside but also on the inside. He never told Jack how he found Gray or what he did to bring Jack’s brother back to him. Little did know at the time he was doing on this that Gray was going to do what he was going to do.
By the time he had been told to Shush, John had passed out from the amount of blood he had lost. He only came around for a moment when he had been laid down and felt the coldness of the table below him. His eyes looked around slowly for a second before his eyes closed again. John would make sure that Owen wouldn’t forget the mistake he made by doing this to him, there was no way he would let this slide. John tried to sit up from the table, wanting to tell Jack more now that he felt a little bit of strength coming back.
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Post by Owen Harper on Mar 29, 2011 0:23:17 GMT -5
“Lay down,” Owen ordered John. The man was losing all lot of blood. Owen put the John a sleep; he used the mask procedure on for now. “I am sorry,” Owen said quietly when he noticed all the blood. This was his doing. It was more a vital shot he intended. A worried expression came over Owen.
Owen looked at Jack. “Are you his type—No! Don’t answer that, Jack. Grab the blood bags of the team. Pour an equal amount in that big vial there,” he pointed with his free hand. “Be sure it’s equal. You mix the blood. I will inject the blood in you because you’re going to be the donor. He has the team DNA in his blood; he will need that to survive the blood transfusion. And, Gwen suit up. I will need you too,” Owen said. Deep down, he had to put his feelings aside if he wanted to save John Hart. He pushed away the feelings that he wished he shot his heart.
“Tosh, set up the secondary bed for Jack,” Owen told Toshiko. “Ianto if you are here. Be sure those juniors are not watching. Keep them away. If you are here,” he said up to Ianto if he was there.
And the procedure will begin with a little help as the people reply. Of course Owen realized by this time there is a 50/50 chance he could lose John. For the drama effect, “He had a scratch in his lung,” Owen felt terrible. What was he thinking when he shot John? Oh, yea, John was the one who shot Owen when he was with Toshiko. He poisoned Gwen. He threw Jack off the ceiling of the tall building. He let Ianto free to save the team. It was John who tried to con them. dang, he should have shot him dead. No, he couldn’t, but, he would wished he did.
“dang it,” Owen cried in anger. “Gwen, I need your help,” he said some time in the operation. “Tosh, be sure he stays under. Jack, how are you?” after a long hour or so or less. Whatever people want for drama, “Gwen, I need you assistant. It is time to use your female calm hands, and I do mean calm hands.” He explained to Gwen taking a surgical tool, and he talked her through it. If it was Gwen, it would be Toshiko. Or anyone, it was for anyone who wanted to be involved because Owen has one hand he really can’t use. “Just hold that, and bring that slowly about…Now I will do my part…Be steady…” Anybody want to be involve please speak up and Owen put you in some kind of work. You can GOD-MOD Owen a little to move the thread forward. But John has the control of the condition of his character.
Ooc Team work….=) Of course Owen going to get it at the end. But I like to have people be involved so jump in! And yell at me for pushing it forward. I hope it would be okay, if not…I am sorry. I fix it. Or GOD-MOD Owen to fix it in your reply.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Mar 29, 2011 2:31:15 GMT -5
Ooc; I highly suggest downloading the Doctor
Who: Season 5 soundtrack. I'm writing while
listening to it.
Harkness
As soundly as possible, Jack lay John against the steel table of the autopsy room. Seeing his former partner laying there, gushing and lifeless made him choke. This was a sight he thought he would never have to see. John bleeding, he could deal with; John dying on an autopsy table? No way.
Jack was desperate to help. He knew he could find something to hold for Owen or something to monitor, but he's hands were shaking. He'd just get in the way.
Instead, Jack retreated to one of the stairwells and braced himself against the metal divider. He almost looked like a child on Christmas, pressed against the staircase in anticipation, but his face displayed anything but joy. His eyes were shiny with tears, his top lip quivering. So far, this was the most distraught he had ever felt in the Hub. It was usually a place of discovery and family, but now it was the complete opposite - it was sorrow and pain and suspense.
Oh, please let Ianto stay away, Jack thought desperately. Please don't let him see me this upset. Please let John live. Please don't kill him, Owen. Please, please, please.
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 29, 2011 10:58:27 GMT -5
[ ooc: Be glad I love John too much to kill him, lol.  I’m going to fast forward this a little bit to skip over the whole operation and save us all from that. Hope you don’t mind ^.^; ] Of all the places John thought he would end up like this, it had to be one the place where he thought he wouldn’t ended up like this. It felt like his life was draining out of him, like there was nothing he could do to stop it. He wondered if this was what it felt like each time Jack died and wondered if this helpless feeling ever went away for him. Once again, John was scared for his life something he shouldn’t be but was and all because of the one man he had shot to get this team off his back all that time ago. Heck, John couldn’t even remember what happened. It might have been a short while or a long while here on Earth but to John, it had been ages because he had traveled through out time and space so many times since then. If he had seen his former partner like he was at the moment instead of being passed out on the table. John would have told him that everything was going to be okay and remember him of that promise he made long ago that he was always going to be there. The one promise, the only one he made but then he changed after his family was taken from him and murdered. That changed John, the Time Agency forced him to changed, made him the rogue that only Jack could control. Even during the time they were stuck in that time loop, John never spoke about what happened to him and only lost himself in Jack. He wasn’t sure if that promise he made before everything changed still held up or not or better yet was even remembered. John would have even flashed that smile that made Jack faltered each time to get his point across that it would be okay. But to see his former partner like that with the tears in his eyes, knowing that he caused that would be too much for him see and he would have done anything to make that better. The infusion of blood into his body helped to stabilize him, however until the bleeding was stopped, it wasn’t too stable. Before all of this, right after he was shot the only thing he was thinking about was his coat getting ruined and he hoped that they would leave his coat alone and wouldn’t do anything to it or his weapons that he always had on him. Tucked away in some of the strangest places. He swore if he woke up and his coat was ruined, someone would be hearing about it. The blood he didn’t care about, it wasn’t the first time the thing had got blood on it. After all it gave it character. When John shirt and coat was removed, his body carried fresh scars across his chest and back. But the one that stood out most was the star shaped scar that was just peaking up from his waist, the one that was almost like Gray’s scar. Once John was patched up almost an hour or so later and left there to recover with the machines still hooked up to monitor over him. The IV and Blood bags were still hanging up attached to him. It would be a few hours later before John stirred. His eyes opening slightly before he moved to rip the wires off him and moved to pull the IV out of his arm, not caring or thinking about what he was doing. Once he had those out, he moved to get out of the bed only to stumble over and crash to the floor. John’s breathing was rough and fast, thinking he was somewhere else at the moment. After he was on the floor, trying to get up… it finally dawned on him where he was. All it took was one look around and he tried to call down. |
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Post by Owen Harper on Mar 29, 2011 20:10:02 GMT -5
Owen avoided Jack’s eye contact. Owen decided to keep doing his routine keeping an eye on John while Jack was there watching John. Owen turned to see that John ripped the wires out, he tried to get out of bed and he fell on the floor. Jack was going to handle it. Owen had got himself to prepare to stick the tube back in, hoping the needle wasn’t pulled out.
“We need him on the bed,” Owen said. The items of John were handled with care. But, Owen figured let Jack handle it. “I don’t care….I don’t care how you feel…Lay down, let me help you.” Those last two words had a bad taste.
Owen would point about the extra wounds on John. The oddness of some of them he never saw.
ooc: It is about John. I see him as the main character in this thread.
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Post by gylfie2 on Apr 1, 2011 18:36:08 GMT -5
An amnesia pill or two would be a fine decision at this point, for both Jack and John. The thought of forgetting the gunshot made Jack shudder with relief. There was always that option if he needed it. Would it do John much good, though? The other man was a fearless drinker and, through that, his immune system would be hardy. The amnesia pill would probably just burn up.
But, oh, how Jack longed to forget the things he had seen, the things he could see now. John's red marching-band-esque jacket was folded neatly on a chair on the fringes of the autopsy room. A patch of blood had soaked deep into the fibers, but Jack refused to let anyone touch it. He knew John would prefer it dirty. The scars running up and down his arms had not been a surprise at first, but then Jack realized the freshness and he heaved. What had John been doing lately?
That had been the moment the tears spilled over and he was glad that the team had left momentarily. Jack didn't want them to see him like this. Weak was not exactly his image.
Owen had sliced open the abdomen of John's black shirt to extract the bullet. In his fruitless attempts to make John look more presentable, Jack had cut the rest of the cloth. More scars. Many more scars. Jack heaved again and turned away, wiping his eyes and squaring his shoulders. Just a few cuts, nothing he hadn't seen before.
He placed a thick woolen blanket over John's body, hoping it would keep him warm in the damp room, and slinked back to the stairwell.
Jack was almost asleep when John decided that the wires looked best hanging limply from the monitors. His former partner scrambled, falling to the floor with a thump. Jack was at his side in seconds, a warm hand on the other man's shoulder.
"Owen needs you on the bed, John," Jack whispered gently, his eyes hard now. It felt bad talking to John like he loved him, though he certainly disliked seeing him hurt. "You need to let us help you. Just a few more hours and then you can cause mischief and mayhem as per usual."
He gave an encouraging smile, hoping against hope that John would choose to listen. At the very least, Jack wanted him to cover his bare chest. It was cold, even in his buttoned shirt and trousers.
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Post by Captain John Hart on Apr 1, 2011 19:30:33 GMT -5
For a moment, John though he was back in those quarters on that ship… or more like one’s personal worse nightmare. The memories and what happened not long before had escaped his mind. It had been the cool feel of the metal table on him, the hum and beeps coming from the machines… all those took him back to that room. To a time he just wanted to forget. The place was a lot of his scars had come from. Sure John had set things up with a doctor have them removed like he had done with some many others; he hadn’t got to that point yet. What he had come here was more important than his body. He knew he couldn’t leave just to see and be surprised by what was coming; he couldn’t let him go through that again.
For once, John wasn’t being selfish and trying to lend a hand to make up for what he had done. When his knees, body gave out on him and hit the floor all he could do was take a deep breath and then it came back to him. The fresh very sharp pain in his midsection traveled through his body and brought him back to the reality for the most part. What he would give for a drink right now or some drugs, anything to take away the pain. To make him forget what happened to day but he didn’t want to risk forgetting all of it. Just the moment where he was shot, where he had looked up at Jack and seen the hurt in his eyes from all of this…
John could handle many things but seeing Jack hurt was not one of them. Whether it was emotional or physical hurt, he couldn’t take that. And he wanted nothing more than to seek the ones behind that pain and hurt them. It only added to the fuel of his rage that he was feeling towards Owen. No one go away with doing what they did to him, let along making his former partner hurt like he was. But he was doing what he could to force that anger aside. He wanted to show that he changed, that he wasn’t the bad guy. Sure there might have been reasons behind it they could say but there wasn’t. It wasn’t like the first time he had come here and tricked them. This was different and he needed them to trust them. Owen could wait for another time, then again what fun would it be torturing or hurting someone that was already dead.
When he felt someone’s hand on his shoulder he tensed up nearly jumped from the touched. But it was the voice that brought him back, that soft and gentle whisper. It was Jack’s voice. ”Are you alright?” He asked quietly, thinking of someone else instead of himself for once. But he needed to know that Jack was good. He took a slow deep breath which brought a groan from him, he leaned into Jack as one of the hands that were holding him up, was brought up to hold his side where the stitches were. His eyes closed for a moment before moving to look at Jack. Trying to hide his emotions within the blue gray pools. ”Its not comfortable. You try sleeping on one of those. “ He tried to joke, not really make a move to get back on the bed as he tried to ignore how Jack was talking like he loved him, he couldn’t handle that at the moment.
”Keep telling you, I’m not here to do those things…” He said more seriously as he picked up the blanket he noticed on the floor and covered up with it. He could feel his body shaking a little from the cold. How he hated the cold, he was a warm weather kind of guy. John lowered his head, trying to push pass the nausea that was suddenly taking over his body. ”Might not be wise to be that close to me at the moment.”
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Post by Owen Harper on Apr 1, 2011 20:03:21 GMT -5
Owen was relieved Jack got John back on the bed. While Jack was comforting John. Owen had to check if any damage occurred on the stitches. There was none, the scars on John’s flesh was anything that Owen seen before. He figured maybe John got himself in trouble.
Seeing Jack being all emotions made Owen wondered how attach Jack was to John. Was John able to take Jack away from Torchwood like how the Doctor took Jack away? What will happen to Torchwood if Jack left? How would Owen get by if Jack gets up leaves Torchwood? He had wondered how he got by without Jack. That was a ridiculous terror thought Owen realized. He was a walking dead man, he would never age but he can perish any moment. He was not immortal like Jack instead he was a walking glass china.
Owen turned to the instruments, started to clean up the operation tools, he kept his eye on the read out on the computer to read John’s biology. He stopped to look at it. There was something wrong. He turned to John. “Did you always have a slow heart? I mean, it seem to be slower since last time you were here? You blood count is normal, but, you heart is slower…” Owen pulled out the stethoscope. He put the ear spuds in his ears, tapping the steel plate, rubbed it against Jack’s forearm. When Jack looked at Owen with an odd look, because Owen’s used Jack’s forearm, “Remember no body heat…” (Figure the aliens did something to John?)
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Post by gylfie2 on Apr 9, 2011 1:57:23 GMT -5
Ooc; Was Gwen planning on replying any time soon or
were we told to continue? I can't remember.
I'll reply to this in the next couple of days.
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Post by Captain John Hart on Apr 23, 2011 0:22:28 GMT -5
(Haven't seen Gwen in ages, want to move on or close the thread out?)
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Post by Owen Harper on Apr 23, 2011 5:50:24 GMT -5
ooc
I was wondering what had happen to Johnny boy!\
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Post by Captain John Hart on Apr 23, 2011 6:06:40 GMT -5
When it came down to the attachment between him and Jack, it was the bond of two former time agents both who have seen the best and worst in life, battled together…the bond of warriors in a sense. It seemed no matter what they did to each other or did around each other they were able to forgive and move forward. Once John was up on the bed, he wrapped the blanket around him after Owen was done looking at him. ”Can I get my shirt back or something?” He didn’t care if his shirt was bloody or not, at this point he wouldn’t even mind running around with just his jacket on and nothing underneath. He wasn’t much of a blanket guy but he didn’t want to run around topless not until he had the scars taken care of once he got off this planet.
John had no plans of taking Jack away from this place, it was his planet, his team and so on. The last thing he wanted was for Jack to try and change him, to remind him of how careful he should be. He needed to live his life on the edge, do what he did without someone there worrying about him. If he knew someone was there worrying about him then he would start being too careful and then he would end up making mistakes.
Sure it was nice to see Jack and have moments like this well not really… the whole being under his arm was nice, laying on a metal bed not so nice. John was starting to think that he could get out of here but then Owen brought up another question. He remained emotionless as he sat there but he knew something was wrong. His heart rate should be normal, well as normal as Jack’s was. As for 21st century humans, he wasn’t sure what was normal to them but it shouldn’t be slow. ”Yes it has been, what makes me even more great.” John gave a grin watching Owen for a second, hoping it would be enough that both the medic and Jack would by it.
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Post by Owen Harper on Apr 23, 2011 18:32:48 GMT -5
Owen rolled his eyes at the two grown men. Ianto would wasn't here. It could get ugly because Ianto would be protective over Jack. Heck the whole team felt a threat against John. Now, Owen had wished he shot him dead. The anger in Owen was very disturbing and the man shoved it away. He had decided to ignore it.
The md doctor had opened a drawer, pulled out a blue shirt, and threw it at John. "A spare smock shirt. Its better than a bloody shirt," he said, walking up the stairs.
He stopped, walked back in. "What am I thinking?" he said, going back to his station, standing at the railing, looking down at John and Jack. "John, you shoot him, I will shoot you! Harm him. I will not MISS." He glared down at the man, he grabbed the other gun from his desk. All the guns in the HUB are extra clean because he cleaned them when he needed a task to do because he was afraid to close his eyes to meditate.
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Post by gylfie2 on Apr 23, 2011 21:43:12 GMT -5
Jack winced as Owen warmed the stethoscope on his forearm. He sent Owen a suspicious glare, only noticing why he was doing it as Owen explained. Well, it made sense. The other man had no body heat. There was no point in putting John under more stress.
Jack remained silent throughout John's examination and then the conversation that followed.
Slower heart beat? Jack thought, frowning. Not good. We can control our heart pace, sure, but John would never make it go slower unless he felt the need to relax.
Owen left and Jack moved in next to John, sitting on the edge of the table. He had just opened his mouth to speak, when the young doctor reappeared. The speech that followed unnerved Jack, mostly because it was a surprise that Owen actually cared. The rest of his sudden wave of apprehension was the threat aimed at John.
Jack could come back to life, John couldn't, and although the thought was sick, Jack would let John shoot him a thousand times over if it made him feel better.
Jack waited until Owen was gone before he chose to speak again.
"I think he loves me," Jack said cheekily, nudging John's arm with his elbow.
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I’m going to fast forward this a little bit to skip over the whole operation and save us all from that. Hope you don’t mind ^.^; ]